"You Know What I Want"

Fort Wayne—May, 2015

Early in the month, I headed to Roger’s house.  In April, Roger had been my roommate at CLAW.  We had played separately so much in Cleveland, that we both wanted another session of just us.  I sent him a text that I was on his way to his immaculately appointed house.  My phone dinged as I got in the car.  I looked at his text:  “You know what I want.”

We have greeted each other.  I have set up my rimseat in a corner of the office where his sling is filling almost all of the available space.  I have drunk some of his piss.  I have drunk even more Gator-ade.  I have fucked him.  And now his ass has closed around the egg-headed dildo.  I slide the slender shaft that the egg sits on all the way into his ass.  I push the end down slightly with my left hand.  My rampant dick is ready and waiting.

“You want me to add my dick?” I rasp out.

“Yes.  Give it to me…”

I lean forward and my cock starts to disappear up his already opened ass.

“Double fuck,” I murmur.

“I feel so full,” he mumbles after a hit of poppers.  “You going to give me what I want?”

“I will,” I tell him as I bottom out in his ass, “but not yet.”

I hold in place from the wide entry of the double fuck.  My Gator-ade is on the television cabinet right by my left hand.  I take a deep swig.  I begin to fuck.  I love how the underside of my flared cock head travels across the ridges in the shaft on the dildo below me—and how it feels the hot, wet channel of flesh above my hardness.  I saw into him, pushing the toy still deeper into his little used ass.

I fuck with the toy in place.

I fuck with just my dick.

I fuck with two, then three, fingers filling the void where the toy has been.

The popper bottle is open and constantly under his nose.  He’s incoherent now, but the look in his eyes is telling me everything I need to know about his enjoyment of what is happening. 

His need. 

His shift from always having to top to finally becoming just like the bottoms he loves to use.

My left hand disappears into him.  My cock plunges right back in—letting the fingers of my hand grasp it in his ass.  Our eyes connect again as I jerk off in his butt.

“Oh…fuck…fuck  me.” 

“I love to jerk it in your tight hole.”

He answers me with a groan.  Then: “Give it to me.  You know what I want.”

I simply smile, and looking right at him, shake my head.  “Not yet.”

I take another huge swig of Gator-ade and work my cock some more.

I pull my dick out.

And begin a two handed stretch of his hole.

*****

He has taken both my fists.  But not quite both of them together.  My cock has been in him at repeated intervals.  He has spent some time sitting on the rimseat, while I massage his ravaged hole with my tongue.

Now we are back in the sling.  I have not pissed once since we began play, ninety minutes ago.  My bladder is screaming for release.  I take another swig and enter him.

“You still want it?”

“Fuck, yes.  Give me what I want.”

I stop fucking for a millisecond to get going. 

I wait.

It’s there.

I am pissing.  Gushing.  And fucking as I do it.

I pull all the way out and push all the way back in.  I cover his ass and abs and the tarp below. I am doing it on every stroke.  Just like his favorite piss fuck in the porn he owns.  All the way out.  All the way in.  His ass heating up with each pissing.  He is matted with clear piss and in some form of pig heaven.

Roger is awash—inside and out.  His ass can’t hold much more.  I plow into him one last time with the stream softening to a trickle.  I stay deep inside him.

“Fuck, that was incredible.”

It was indeed.  The best I’ve ever managed.  I fleetingly wish for a video camera.

But then I come back to reality, feeling the mega amount of hot liquid around my cock.  I slowly pull out.

I’m pretty sure that hunkering down and drinking some from his ass will make my cock spew its load.

I’m right.

I get it back into him just in time.

Roger lazily strokes his piss covered cock and murmurs, “You know exactly what I want…”

Fist and Fuck Party (con't): Joey and Roger

I was so involved with abusing Jack's hole, I paid little attention to what Roger was doing with Joey’s ass.  I would occasionally look over and note how deep Roger had gotten his small hands.  After I took a shot of my dick in Jack’s ass I snapped this series of pictures.

Notice the collection of toys off to the side which Joey had brought with him.  I really have no idea if they were ever used.

In no time Roger had both hands in him.

They moved to the bench when I moved Jack to the sling.

I spelled Roger, by fucking that well used hole.  His excellent muscle control still made for a tight fuck.

I went back to fucking Joey in the sling.  Soon we switched locations.

Roger now going for depth.

That used hole.  Just moments later, Roger cleaned off the excess Crisco, and asked if I wanted to eat it out.  Was he kidding?

It horned me enough to go back to Jack and think about cumming.  Roger shot all over Joey.  I shot deep in Jack's hole.

*****

This picture is out of sequence, but I love all the detritus left by our play.  The gas mask that had been used to intensify popper intake.  The beer bottle emptied by Joey so he could give me a bladder full of piss.  The rope which had secured Jack.  One of the dozens of towels about to be laundered. 

I once said that a clue to whether you were having a good sex session was indicated by the number of towels in the laundry.

That night, there was not a towel left in the room.

Abusing Jack's Hole

My Playroom—April, 2105

We’d talked about it for a long time—Jack and Joey making the trip to my playroom.  Then, in early April it became a reality.  “Use me as roughly as you want,” Jack told me.  I knew then that I needed to get someone else to keep Joey busy.  With the way Joey’s ass can open for hands and large toys, I knew I had to introduce Joey to Roger, my expert fisting roommate from CLAW. 

I set up the bondage frame on the base of the fuck bench.  It is a T shaped frame with convenient places to secure men.

The guys arrived.  I changed into my leathers; the other three wore designer jocks.  We trooped upstairs. 

Roger instantly pulls Joey to the bed.  I pay little attention to them as I fasten wrist and ankle restraints to Jack. 

“Get on the bench.” 

Jack does.  Only then do I add the leather blindfold.   He only hears the clip securing his ankles to the bondage frame. 

He can only feel the rope looped around the restraint and the padded bench holding him in place—all popper use now at my whim.

And I sit back on my haunches and contemplate that ass.

Jack is breathing heavily in anticipation.  I cock slap his ass crack.  My dick is meaty and heavy.  It thuds nicely on his upturned butt.

I am sure he is thinking I’ll fuck or rim.  I don’t.  I spank his ass.  Hard.  It turns bright red and is warm on my cock, when I return to slapping him with my swollen meat.

And then I’m in.  No foreplay.  Just some spit on my dick.  I pull out.  And only then do I tongue his abused hole.  I love the taste of the lube his hole has swiftly manufactured to ease the onslaught of my invading cock.  I eat it out and spit some back into his gaping hole.

I stand and insert fully.

I look over at Joey on the bed.  Roger already has both hands in him.  

I lean over Jack, feed him some of his poppers.  As I see them hit his body, I enter him again and fuck him as hard as I can.  A ball slapping, hip smacking ass fuck.  Loud.  And Jack vocalizes the pain and the pleasure of it in a drawn out, wordless sound—his head buried in the padding of the bench.

“Do you want the sling?” I ask Roger.

“Go ahead,” he tells me.  “We’ll move to the bench.”

I undo Jack. 

He stands rather unsteadily, but I’m there to support him.  I have him walk around a little—making sure the blood is flowing back to his extremities.  I get him in the sling.  I fasten his hands together below him.  It’s a picture that sums up what he likes perfectly.

And look at his ass lips:  Stretched.  Puffy.  Waiting for more cock.  Hoping for a load.

I work his nipples some.  But concentrate on fucking.  No finesse.  Just a brutal taking of his hole for my pleasure.

*****

We are back on the bench.  But Jack is secured to the T of pipes.  I am sitting on the bench behind him.  I pull him down onto my cock.  It’s an effective position.  I am deeper yet.  He has no control.  And I’ve never done it before…which makes my cock that much harder.

I fuck and Roger shoots more pics.

I decide I finally want some of Joey’s ass.  I plug Jack.  

I tie it in place and go fuck his partner, while Roger takes a breather on the bed. 

****

It’s time to send them home.  Roger has stretched Joey to the limit with hands and toys.  He shoots a load all over Joey’s chest.

I put Jack back in the sling.  I’m ready to breed him.  It’s definitely his turn for my load.  I fuck, eat, fuck and eat.

The feel of his puffy ass lips on my tongue sends me over the edge.  I just get my cock back into him to breed him deep.  I pull out…and look at the sperm ooze out. 

Tomorrow—the pictures of what Roger was doing to Joey.

IML -- Day Two -- Pissing from Coast to Coast

Chicago—May, 2015

It was a nice relaxed morning—a great breakfast, blogging, a nap, a sandwich and suddenly it's time to go piss and fuck.

The piss party during IML is always a treat as you meet men from across the country—and the world.  Bob, my roommate, has decided to try some piss play.  Roger, my CLAW roommate, drove in with us, too.  A fourth man I didn’t know (who was rooming with Roger) was incredibly excited as he’d dreamed of this kind of function, but never had the balls to do it before.  It was a happy and excited car full of men as we cruised up Lake Shore Boulevard to go get wet.

I am in my piss boots, yellow jock and the new(er) neoprene harness with yellow trim.  The crowd is sparse.  Leaning against the bar is Bryant (I have always called him Red Trunks on here—since that is his usual attire.)  Today he is in a pair of blue and green backless underwear.  We kiss.  We chat.  I idly kneel and eat his ass as he leans against the bar.  Bryant makes a show of sucking my cock to the root—impressive enough for Bob to get hard and join us.  I go back to eating Bryant’s hole as he bends to suck Bob.  Once it’s sopping wet, I stick the head of my dick into him.  I push ever so slightly.  We’re in no hurry.  Bryant pulls off me.  He wants someone smaller first.

The crowd has doubled in size.  I drink up but I can’t piss yet.  I started to hydrate two hours before the event, but my bladder has not reached the tipping point yet.  I move back behind the screens.  There is my friend (an incredibly hairy chested top) fucking Carlos—the beautiful man with the tribal shoulder tattoo.  I sit next to them, watch and jerk.  Instead of taking my turn up Carlos, Hairy Chest pulls out of Carlos and sits on my dick.  I always forget how versatile he is.  He is the perfect warm-up fuck…

****

David arrives.  (Late 40’s, Hebraic features, big dick and an insatiable thirst for anything that  comes out of a dick.)  He’s in from the East Coast again.  His neoprene singlet is ass-less and the front is currently zippered shut.  We meet up in the front of the room—but in an instant are behind the screens.  I sit on the ledge and he kneels in a puddle of piss and gives me expert head.  He includes my balls, even tilts me back to lick at my ass.

Soon he is riding my spit soaked dick.  I let him be in control for the first 5 minutes.  Then I maneuver him so he stands and leans forward.  I rise with him, still in his ass, and let loose with a loud, hip smacking fuck.

Bryant comes to watch.  He strokes.  When I finally pull out of David’s ass, David spins around to suck his ass juices off my cock.  Bryant pushes his cock right into the hole I just vacated.  He fucks him hard enough for him to be forcing David down on my cock.   I pull David off my dick and kiss him.  We swap copious amounts of spittle.  I hold onto him as he’s fucked.  A man wanders by and pisses on David’s ass.  It gushes down over Bryant’s cock and he fucks it into the hole.  Bryant keeps going, then pulls out and bends to lick up the left over piss on the ass he was just fucking.  I stay seated, but the guys change places.  Bryant sits on my cock—controlling how deep I go.  David is back on his knees and licking the cock that was just in his ass. We are truly pigs in heat.

A man dressed in rubber, who I later learn is a friend of David’s, watches and strokes.   He pisses on us too.  He has a very white ass jutting out of the black rubber.  I knead it as Bryant bounces on my cock.  From the man’s responses, I know where my cock is going next. Bryant gets off me and takes a break.  David cleans me up and then all but forces his friend down on my dick.  I am up yet another ass.  I fuck the rubber man, arching up into him and then get him up to lean into David.  He can’t stop telling me how good my raw dick feels up him. 

****

I finally get to drink some of Carlo’s piss.  I reward his generosity with a good fuck.  It’s been months since we’ve seen each other.  I fuck him for as long as he can take it, to make up for lost time.

****

Roger’s roommate has been drinking his first communal piss.  He wants his ass opened.  I oblige.  A hot looking shaved headed man pisses on my cock to give him a mini piss fuck.  The man then bends over, right next to us, ass in the air.  I take the hint.  I go from the one to the other.  Another man, I have no idea who it is, inserts his cock into the hole I just vacated.  The howl of surprise and pleasure from Roger’s roommate is intense.  He’s crossed a line.  He’s only jerked off to this kind of scene, but never thought he’d live it.  His ass is now open to all—and men line up…

*****

“He wants you,” says a voice in my ear. 

I am standing near the coat check, talking to the man behind the counter.  I turn to look at the speaker.  He’s a handsome man, maybe 40, in a leather harness and some sort of leather jock.  His boy is in tow—in a leather harness and open ass briefs.  He is stunning:  maybe 25, Latino, jet black hair, chiseled features and a body that shows off his gym membership. 

“He wants to suck you, drink your piss and get fucked.”

The boy grins shyly.  His partner pushes him towards me.  The boy goes to his knees and swallows me down.  My cock fills every millimeter of his throat.  He chokes—in a good way and pulls off me.  I let him gulp some air and down he goes again.  Soon I am pissing into his mouth.  He deliberately lets some splash out and coat his chest, but he swallow most of it.

I can’t stand it.  I have to rim him.  He leans against his Daddy as I eat his almost hairless hole.  His ass flowers open.

“Fuck him.  I want to see that big dick of yours in my boy.”

I know when to follow directions.  I stand and insert.  The boy bucks back against me.  He is in really turned on by being the center of attention.   We are ringed by about 5 men watching us fuck right in the main part of the bar.  One pisses on my cock.  The boy gasps as I fuck it into him.  Daddy is holding him and whispering filthy things into his ear.  I am pounding the shit out of him—I want him to remember my cock.  I fuck until I am on the verge of cumming.  I stop just before I load him.  I pull out, bend and tongue his wrecked hole until he’s purring into his Daddy’s chest.

“We flew in from LA.  You just gave him the fuck he’s been looking for…”

I smile up at the Daddy and stick my tongue back in the boy.

*****

I fuck more.  And piss a lot more—feeding several hungry pigs in the pool.

I also piss all over the butt of the LA boy when we meet up again.  Piss is dripping off his gorgeous, firm ass.  It’s only nice that I clean him up with my tongue.  Which leads to my cock being re-inserted…

*****

I close the party with a special request.  Bryant wants me to give him a true piss fuck.  We go to a back corner.  I lick and fuck his hole.  In the middle of it all, I stop the thrusting and let jet after jet of hot piss fill his ass.  Bryant is panting from the fuck—but the sensation of the piss filling him to the brim causes him to really gasp for air.

 “Are you pissing up him?  Let me fuck in it.”

A man I don’t know is stroking like crazy next to us.  I ease out and give him a treat.  He pushes into Bryant.  When his dick hits the hot piss, he shoots his load.

*****

I go home a little early. 

Bad Seed has asked me for another shoot.

(But that’s the next post…)

In Charge?

My Playroom—March, 2015

It’s back to business as usual here.  Well, at least until IML at the end of month where I will report daily once again.

The final hook up of February was with two guys who I have played with a few times.  It was at one of their houses for a change.  He had a sling, so I took the fuckbench.  Sexually, it was a pleasant evening.  I fucked them both.  And then the younger one and I took turns working our hands into the host.  It was also slightly odd—before we got down to the sex, I had to watch more reality television than I had ever witnessed.  I am still in therapy…

March started out with a very hot young man approaching me online.  All was going well until I casually dropped some remark about making sure his clean out was deep enough.  He informed me he NEVER had to clean out.  I informed him we were not so compatible after all.

Roger let me know that he had recommended me to a couple from Indiana.   In due course, I got a message from them.  They were going to a fisting event in Chicago, but they would like to come to my house on the way in to the city to “warm up” their asses.  I agreed.

They checked into a local hotel in the middle of the afternoon.  I got a whole series of texts after they checked in.  The top was sleeping after several very long days of work. 

“He should be up in an hour.”

“He’s just waking.”

“He’s cleaning out—wants your dick, too.”

“Leaving in 10”

“Leaving in 5”

Then--

“Leaving in 10”

And this time they did leave the motel.   It was still early enough in the evening they would get back to their bed after our play and get a good night’s rest before they continued on to Chicago.

I leave the guys to get undressed and stow their clothes in the chest of drawers in the playroom.  I like what I see.  The sub bottom (Henry) is maybe 5’9”, slender, and out-going.  His partner, still tired, is the same height, a good 50 pounds heavier (mostly muscle) with a regulation sized cock.  And, I was soon to learn, an attitude. 

I arrive back in my chaps, harness and boots—full leather having been requested.

“Get on your knees,” the top tells Henry as I shut the door.  “Get these big cocks hard.”

Henry does.  He doesn’t need his partner’s hand on his shoulder pushing him into place.  But maybe this is the role play they like.  I stand to the vacant side of Henry.  He gets his partner hard in no time.  I am plumping in my jock watching him work the other dick.  Henry is in a jock, and a leather vest.   The top, Matt, is in the same, with a harness under the vest and a pair of very high boots. 

Matt pulls him off his dick and grinds Henry’s face against my jock pouch.  “Get him hard, I said.”

Henry pulls me out, swallows my growing cock in a single movement.  I erect in his throat.   It feels great.  When I pull out, I am almost fully hard.

Henry inhales deeply, needing air.

“Suck that dick.”  Matt pushes him back on to me.  Henry gives great head.  Eventually I pull him off me and Henry slobbers over Matt.  “Good and wet,” Matt reminds him.

I look to Matt.  “Fuck bench?”

“Yeah, let’s see him spread his ass for us.”  I help Henry up and get him in position on the padded knee rests of the bench.  Matt has moved around so he can still fuck Henry’s mouth.  I kneel and get my first taste of ass.  It’s shower fresh—but it’s the feel I concentrate on—soft, nearly hairless cheeks on my cheeks  and a hole that eases open with the first prod of my tongue.

I burrow in going deep.  Henry grunts--sounding like I’m hurting him.  I pull back concerned.  It’s not me.  Matt is drilling his mouth, needing to show off his dominance.  A hand comes down with a stinging blow on Henry’s cheek—the cheek where I can see his cock is lodged.

I stand up.  I look at Matt for the go ahead to mount his boyfriend.

“Fuck him.  Fuck him raw like he likes it.”

I have lubed my cock while I was rimming.  I slide it in.  I have to be slow.  It’s a steady progression, but it takes time to bottom out in him.  Matt has stopped thrusting and is watching my dick disappear into Henry.

“Take it, boy.  Make me proud.”

And with that word, Henry’s hole opens and I’m in him to the hilt.

I fuck slowly.  Deliberately.  Henry is grunting—he is loving it.  Matt comes back to life.  He cuffs Henry on the chin and face fucks him twice as fast as the slow, steady stroke I’m using to open him up.

Before I can build in tempo Matt orders me out with “I want some of that.”  We switch places.  Matt drives his cock into the hole.  I fleeting wonder about ATM with Henry—but there’s no need, he cleans me off lovingly and I inch in to his mouth.

I finally have to pull out.  Matt is fucking him so hard it’s making Henry’s teeth scrape my cock.  Matt is actually making the bench jump.  I kneel and hold on to Henry (and the bench), my face pressed to his.  Matt’s brings his hand down with a resounding smack on Henry’s ass.  My head shoots up to look at him.  He’s oblivious to me and to Henry’s whimpering.  No role play now.

Matt fucks him as hard as he possibly can.  I just hold him.  When Matt pulls out and flops down on the bed, I move around and lick the puffy hole.  Of course, I’d be doing it anyway, but tonight it means something different—my tongue soothes his ravaged ass.

“Get over here and suck my cock.”  I stand up to give room for Henry to get off the bench.  He does.  A little shakily.  But he’s game.  He kneels on the mattress between his partner’s spread legs.  He sucks his cock down.  I move into place behind him and work my dick back into his hole.  Gently.  He groans in appreciation around his partner’s cock.

Matt watches me.  He then focuses on Henry and controls how deep Henry is taking his cock.

“Enough.”  Matt rolls out from under Henry.  “I want your ass.”   Henry is on all fours.  Matt moves behind him and pushes him down flat on the mattress.  Matt’s full weight is grinding him into his mattress.  I can tell when cock meets hole.  Henry grunts in pain.

“Easy,” he hisses softly.

“Take me, bitch.”  Matt is stage whispering into his ear.  “I am the one who decides what you are going to do and what you like.  Now squeeze down on my dick.”

I am standing by the fuck bench watching them.  Sure that Matt is showing off for my benefit.  Hips are slamming against ass cheeks.  All to show who’s in control.

I sip my water.  And watch.  And listen as Henry becomes more and more distressed.  At the moment I decide I have to do something, Matt grunts as if he’s shot a load.  He grinds into Henry’s ass and lies still.

Henry has teared up again.

Oblivious, Matt rolls off him and stands up.

“Get back on the bench for him,” Matt tells him, pointing at me.

“I think you should get fucked. I don’t want to hear all the way to Chicago that you didn’t get any of that.”

Matt smirks and gets on the bench.

I eat his hole briefly.  And work my way in slowly.  Surprisingly, he’s far more ready for my big dick than Henry was.  I fuck.  I decide it’s time for a little payback.  I work up to a blistering fuck tempo.  Henry has gotten off the bed and watches.  His cock, for the first time is growing.

“That’s enough,” Matt barks out.  I consider ignoring him, but I’m a good alpha boy and do as he tells me.  I pull out.  Matt actually says “Thanks” and flops down on the bed.

And is asleep almost instantly.

I look at Henry.  He smiles, rather ruefully.  I kiss him.  He responds—hungrily.

We have a great 45 minutes of fucking and fisting in the sling.

Matt never rouses. 

So I just seed his boy. 

Whether he likes it or not.

End of CLAW--and an excuse for pictures...

My Playroom—April, 2015

I packed up early on Sunday morning.  Marco and I helped Roger get things into his car and waved him on his way.  I packed.  Marco and I showered together.  I got on the road as he napped for another hour in the room.  I got onto the tollway and made it past one rest area.  By the next one I had to pull in—and nap.  I fell asleep to a swirl of naked flesh in the back of my head.  With one man in particular…

I woke up an hour later feeling much more rested.  I drove on.

Once I was home, I had to do some research.  I had told David, quite truthfully, that I had recognized him, but not his name and I hadn’t seen much of his work.  I don’t watch much mainstream porn.  So I surfed a little.  I found lots of pics that certainly reminded me of that night.  My dick thumped that tattoo...

I watched some scenes.  For some one fairly new in the industry, he’d done a lot of work.  And I hadn’t been misled when he was performing for us—in each scene I found, he really was the one you ended up watching. 

I also found an email address.  I wrote him a short note, telling him who I was (there is also a picture of me on that gmail account) and told him about the blog.  I asked if I could use his name—as he was working that night—or would he prefer I say ‘the hot porn star.’  I told him I would abide by his decision.  He graciously wrote back, almost instantly, telling me to call him by name.  And to send him the link when I published.

Which is exactly what I did.

And I’m glad to say he liked it…

Writing the piece was about all I could manage.  I was in bed just about the time the sun went down.

But what a great weekend…

CLAW Day Three: Asylum Turns Up the Heat

Cleveland--April, 2015

Saturday became a lazier day.  Marco, my friend with the muscle ass arrived.  I’d wanted to set up a fisting match for Roger and Marco.  So they fisted each other and I did them both.  It was a nice, relaxing afternoon and it kept my dick in my pants--saving it for the second Asylum party.

Marco, who had played most of Friday night at the main hotel, chose to sleep, hot tub and see who he could get to come to the room.  Roger and I dressed and left for the warehouse.

There’s a different vibe in the air.  We wait in line at least 15 minutes to get into the upper floor playspace.  It’s Saturday night—guys are pumped and anxious to get up the stairs.  We finally give them our tickets, strip down and head into the play area.

Men are much more restless and loud.  Roger finds a man he’s met the previous time.  He follows him to the sling on the platform and starts to get his hole stretched.

Two for One

I need to piss.  There is an older pig groveling on the wet floor.  “It may be a little strong,” I tell him.  I aim the pale yellow stream at his crotch and work it up his body.  He bobs his head down to get it in his mouth.  It must be good, for he swallows the rest of the stream.

I notice three men at the side by side fuckbenches.  The man astride the bench is a hot bear with a shaved head.  I am drawn right to the ass I see there. 

“Fuck my boyfriend,” says the attractive man who has his dick in the bear’s mouth.  It’s not to me, but to a shorter guy who also has a shaved head.   A cock, just slightly smaller than mine, is shoved into the glistening hole of the Bear.  He grunts around his Boyfriend’s dick.  The BF pulls out of his mouth and steps towards me.  He hunkers down and proceeds to give me some of the best head I’ve had at CLAW.  He pulls off me, looks in my eyes and says “Now this needs to go in my partner’s ass.”

I’m willing.  And tell him so.  But neither of us wants to interrupt the blow job or the royal fucking the current man is delivering.  Soon enough it’s my turn.  I surprise both by rimming the well fucked hole.  I revel in the matted hair that has picked up a lot of precum already tonight.  The bear groans again.  The BF must be back in his mouth from the sound of it.  I stand up and insert:  slowly, with a smooth glide in.  It’s a nice hole—and is very wet for so early in the evening.  I fuck.  The BF leans towards me.  Our mouths meet.  We make out as the Bear services both our dicks.

Sightings

I am fucking a very young man in one of the slings.  A crowd has gathered behind me, watching a hot, hot man with truly artistic tattoos get fucked astride the hanging beer keg.  When my boy calls a break, I turn and watch the Mediterranean hunk take dick.  They finish and the hunk swaggers by me.  He hefts my cock in passing with a “Nice cock, Sir” and leaves.

I turn to my bud with ginger hair and vast amount of tats.  “Nice,” I smile.

“One of the porn stars,” Ginger Tats informs me.

I shrug and get GT into the sling.

While I’m fucking him, I can look directly into the piss area.  I watch a tall man with a biker look saunter into the tiled area.  He empties his bladder all over the prettiest boy there, and the next minute is drinking the piss of an older guy.  Just as fast, he’s out of my sightline.  I make a mental note and keep on fucking.

Living Up to my ScreenName

I need a break.  I’ve pulled out of the mouth of the Black guy with the swimmer’s build who I have played with so much this weekend.  His teeth keep grazing the flare in my cock head.  I get into his ass, but soon ask for a break.

I wander into Flex proper.  The sling room is crowded with guys on their knees giving head.  I skip it.  I walk to the new sling installation.  The slings are empty, but on the mattress, up on the top of the structure, the biker guy is riding a cock.  I stand transfixed.  He has a rather Amish beard which is totally hot on his angular face.  He has a half harness that shows off generous amounts of muscle and tattoo.  I can’t see it now, but I know there is a generous ass poking out of well-cut chaps.  I stand discreetly to the side and stroke.

Biker is hot—sweaty hot.  About to overheat kind of hot.  He tells the young man whose cock he’s riding that he needs to take a break.  He exits the area by passing me.  We smile.  Our eyes connect.  We know…

I let him go back to the warehouse.  I follow in a moment.  Yup, there he is watching a guy demoing a fucking machine.  I pass.  Making sure he sees me.  I go to the deserted piss area.  I haul out my dick.  Biker is right there in the door way.

I grin.  Biker’s cock is every bit as hard as mine.  I reach for it.  I piss on it, letting piss coat its full length.  He groans in the back of his throat.  I am on my knees and sucking him clean. 

I come up for air and we kiss.   I piss his cock again.  I clean it and bring all my piss up to his mouth for the kiss.  When we pull apart, he kneels.  I give him several quick spurts into his mouth.  I save a little piss in reserve—I know where I want it.       

“Lean against the wall.”  He does, his ass jutting out.  I empty the rest of my bladder down his ass crack.  Instantly I am there rimming and wringing the moisture out of the hair in the valley created by his butt cheeks.  I push some into his hole.  The Biker is squirming now.  So am I.  I can taste the precum of the previous man.

“You want to fuck me?”

“Fuck, yes.”  I slide into him right there to make my point.  I give him a few strokes and then we go up to the sling on the platform. 

I rim.  I fuck.  I eat his pits.  He is as scent and fluid driven as I am.

I am just building to a terrific, chain rattling fuck, when the monitor for the room asks us to clear the platform as the porn performers are about to perform. 

We go down to a vacant sling on the main floor.  I am just building again, when the young piss guy I know from previous years comes over.  He jerks and watches us fuck.

I fuck Biker hard.  It does the trick for the boy—“Can I shoot on your ass?”

Biker grunts a yes.  I pull out and let the boy unload all over the Biker’s ass crack.

“Now watch me fuck it home.”  The Biker’s eyes shine as my cock pushes the load into him.  The piss boy stands, eyes wide and swallowing rapidly.  I push it all in.  I fuck in the slippery load.  I eventually bring my dripping dick up to his mouth.  Biker cleans it.  I go back to his ass and felch two mouthfuls of cum and happily swallow it down.  The third is snowballed into his mouth as we begin a deep kiss…

Performance 

The Biker and I have stopped, simply because neither of us want to cum yet.  I can still taste him all over my beard.  I watch the porn performance going on.  They have moved the two fuck benches near the fucking machine.  A massive Black man has a younger man on each bench.  He is going back and forth from ass to ass.  One of them is the man who spoke to me earlier.  The performers seem to feel the mood of the room tonight and there is a great sexual tension in the air.  I stand and idly fist my dick as I watch the Mediterranean hunk get plowed.  He’s one of those performers you can’t take your eyes off of.  He loves what he’s doing.  And it communicates to the audience.  I’m sure the other bottom is a handsome man, but I can’t remember anything much about him.  I remember the hunk’s body language letting us know just how deep he is getting plowed.   

“Do you know his name?” I ask the guy next to me.

“David Benjamin.”

I am about to say thank you but the lights focused on the benches go out.  David, the hunk, is grabbed by the Black top and led to the sling on the platform.  They pass me.  David grabs me.  “Fuck me when he’s done.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. 

David gets in the sling.  I help stirrup him up and move to the back side.  My cock beats his perfectly sculpted chest.  I watch the black tool disappear back into him.  My cock is in David’s mouth. 

Another big dicked man joins us on the platform. 

The Black performer leaves.  I move around.  I dip down and lick the slightly swollen hole.  I could get lost there, but I know that’s not what the crowd wants to see.  I stand up and slide into David. 

I fuck.  He’s good.  Even after all the abuse his ass has taken, he is clamping down occasionally on my dick.

I fuck some more—the other guy is in David’s mouth.  I ask if he wants a turn.

We shift around.  The guy enters David, rather roughly.  He fucks him for just a few strokes—and David explodes all over those chiseled abs.

The performance is done…

Finale

Quite a bit later, I find the first couple I played with back in area where we first met.  The Bear is still taking cock.  The BF sucking dick, getting them ready for his partner’s ass.  It seems so right that I should get off with them.  I ask.  He’d love my load.

I give it to him, holding onto the Boyfriend for support…

CLAW Day Two: First Asylum Party

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CLAW Day Two: Afternoon Double Fuck

Cleveland—April, 2015

My roommate, Roger, wasn’t due in until dinner time on Friday.  I had a lazy morning of breakfasting at the hotel and getting the room set up with the sling, etc.  I took some items to the main hotel to be sold in the silent auction to help the CLAW charities. I ate lunch, I wrote up the post about the Cum Dump from the night before…and that made me horned.  I was ready for more.

There were three men who had talked to be before I arrived: 

A Puerto Rican Cub

The lithe Black man I had helped gangbang last year

A man who had the most beautiful tribal tattoos I’d ever seen.

All had given me phone numbers to text them.

I started at the top of the list.

The Cub was ready and willing.  His room was unavailable.  I volunteered to pick him up (avoiding the long shuttle bus times) and play in my sling.  As I was leaving the parking lot my phone went off.  Would I be ok with a three way?  Of course.  He gave me a room number. 

I continued to the host hotel.  It took forever to find parking but I was soon in the elevator and found the room.  It was literally across the corridor from where I was last night.

I knock. 

The young Black man who was at the cum dump party last night answers.  “He’s in here.  He just took a load.”

A tall, massive Black man is standing in the middle of the cluttered room, toweling his better than average dick dry.  “I shot a big old load up there.”  He gestures to the man on all fours on the bed.  

“Have fun.” 

The full tan ass looks just like his pictures.  As the massive man dresses, I get on my knees and begin licking the dripping butt.  The young Black clambers up on the bed and feeds his cock to the Puerto Rican.  PR is a text book Cub; he’s chunky but hot chunky.  Maybe 35, furry, tatted, and cock hungry.

The other top is slender, younger than the Cub, has a nice dick and, as I soon learn, into everything I love.

I give one last lick to his cummy hole and get naked.  The other top comes around and dives in.  He felches.  He obviously loves it every bit as much as I do.  When I am done stripping, I kneel beside him.  He gives me a long, lingering and cum soaked kiss.  Oh, fuck yes…

“I want to see you fuck him.” 

I stand and insert. 

The Cub grunts and reaches for the poppers.  I look down.  I can’t believe what I’m feeling.  The other top’s mouth is plastered under my cock, licking it with each stroke I take.  Fuck, it feels good.  The top soon stands up and kisses me with all the juices he’s collected.   He tastes even better.

I let him fuck.  I eat the top’s ass on the back stroke.  I share the acrid taste on my tongue with him.  It makes him fuck the Cub harder.

It becomes more and more about our mouths—with our dicks happening to be in a hot, wet ass. 

We clean each other’s cocks.  We lick sweaty pits.  We rim each other.  But always in conjunction with one cock or the other in the Cub’s hole.

“Let’s double fuck him.”  The top slaps the mattress, right by edge, indicating that’s where he wants me.  I lie on my back.  The cub gets a knee on either side of my chest and lowers himself down on my slick cock.  He bounces.  The top slows him down and pushes into the already filled hole.  With all the cum still in there, he slides right along the underside of my cock.

I lie still and let him do all the pumping.  And it works.  Most DP’s are clumsy and hot for about two seconds before one or the other cock pops out.  Not this one.  We are both rock hard.  The Cub is moaning about how he can’t believe how full he is.  And he is.  His ass is now so tight, I wonder if the two of us might shoot.  It is an incredible mind fuck moment for all three of us.

It finally has to end.  The top pulls out.  The Cub rolls off me.  The top sucks my dick of every drop of cum and ass juice.  He brings it all up to my mouth and kisses me.  I melt…

“Is that the time?”  The Cub looks at the bedside clock.  It’s an hour ahead.  “I have to volunteer at 5 o’clock.”

We nod and stick out cocks back in him.  I’m in his ass, with the Cub on his back.  I can stand and pile drive into him.  His hand jerks his own dick.  In moments, I am fucking the jizz out of him.  There is a spurt with every thrust of mine.  The other top leans down and catches most of it on his face.  I mop up what he’s not wearing, and smear it on my cock and fuck it into the Cub.

We finally let him shower.  The top and I make out.  We take turns sitting on each other’s faces.  Eventually I get him off in my mouth.

And he goes to clean up to do his volunteering stint for the weekend.

I dress.

On a whim, and because my balls are so heavy, I text the lithe Black man I gangbanged last year.

He would love to meet.  I do down one floor.

We kiss in the door.  “This has to be fast,” he tells me.  “Dinner plans.”

I eat his hole. 

I fuck and unload in plenty of time to keep him right on schedule.

CLAW Day One: Tight

Cleveland—April, 2015

I open the door to my room at the Hampton Inn, the overflow hotel at CLAW (Cleveland Leather Awareness Weekend).  It’s huge.  It’s a suite.  I had forgotten.  It was the only room to be had as I’d had to make my reservations rather late. There is a sitting room that can easily take the sling and rimseat and keep the bedroom for sleep.  Or not.

Today I’m on my own.  By Friday night I will have Roger with me—the fisting top who gave me his hole for his first fist.  I unpack the car—two suitcases (one of leather, the other filled with the rimseat and toys), the sling bag, the poles, the tea maker.  Leather men don’t travel light.

I went off to the main hotel to register before they close for the night.  It's just own the road from mine.. 

“What color lanyard, Sir, for you badge?”

I looked down at the table where they were bunched in groups—mostly black, a few green, a few blue, a few red…

“It better be yellow.”

The cashier grinned and fastened the deep yellow lanyard to the name badge.

It’s always a slow start on Thursday night, but I like to be there from the beginning.  I didn’t have the room set up yet, so I spent no time online looking for a bottom.  I had clicked on the BBRT party section.  Three men were looking for loads.  I chose the one where two partners were both available.  I found the elevator and went up.  The room number was tucked into a back corner—but they had thoughtfully put a sign out in the main hall:  Cum Dump and with an arrow pointing to where to turn.

It’s tight.  There is just enough room at the end of the bed to fuck him.  They have set up a sling, but the beautiful young ass is on the corner on the bed, on all fours, with a hood covering his head to make it totally anonymous.  His older partner sits at the desk.  He nods to me and tells me to go ahead.  Another man I recognize is there too.  He has stripped down to as jock.  I just take off my leather jacket and tuck it under a chair that is wedged between the wall and the bed.  I open my jeans and kneel, sticking my tongue into the proffered hole.

“Has he taken any loads?” the other man asks.

“A few,” the partner answers. 

If he has, they are deep in his gut.  I can’t taste them.  The other man thoughtfully spreads the Boy’s ass cheeks apart so my tongue can go deeper.  The Boy grunts into the bed clothes.  My cock erects.  I stand up.  The Boy is maybe 30, likely Hispanic, with a deep bronz skin tone.  His bubble butt is full and inviting.  The picture I had seen of his front showed beautiful abs.

I slap my cock against his hole.  The Boy grunts.

“Put it in,” says my helper.

I do.

He’s tight.

The Boy gasps.

“Fuck him hard,” hisses the helper.

I fuck, my hips making slapping sounds on the full butt.

The partner never even looks at me.

The door opens.  A 30-something Cub in a hoodie comes in.  He opens his fly and strokes as he watches me fuck.  I make way for him by pulling out and sitting on the wedged in place chair.  The Cub bends to taste the hole.  He must like what I’ve done in there, for he kneels and rims him a long time.  Eventually he sticks his rather average cock in the boy’s ass.

We share him—back and forth.

“Can we use the sling?”  the Cub asks.

The partner nods, and finally pays attention to what we are doing to his boy, and not look for more cock.  I let the Cub use him first.  The change in position does it for the Cub.  He fills the Boy with seed.

I let the helper clean the dick of the Cub.   The helper and I share a moment of mutual felching, our two tongues taking turns on poking into the cummy ass.

I fuck in the newly seeded hole.

With it now frothing, it inspires the helper’s erection.  He takes a turn on the Boy in the sling as I stroke.

“I’m available,” the partner tells me, “if you want.”

“I came for the both of you,” I tell him.  We fuck noisily on the bed as the other two use the sling.

When it’s my turn again in the Boy, the helper whispers to me that the Boy loved hearing his partner used.

A Black man of about 30 comes in.  “I saw the sign and had to see,” he says as he sticks his cock in the spermed hole.  He adds more in no time.

A hot daddy has arrived.  The helper is fluffing him to readiness.

We change back to the bed.  On all fours, the cum oozes out of his ass.  I bend, catching it on my tongue before it hits the bedspread.  I know I’m ready.  I stick my cock in, making sure that the Daddy who’s being fellated sees it all.

I cream a nice four day load into him.

“Come felch some of this,” I tell the helper.

He does—and takes a mouthful of our mixed seed to the Boy’s mouth. 

The Daddy steps up and sinks his cock into the remains of my cum…

And I go home to bed.